Monday, September 28, 2015

An
ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even
more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers
their sexy secret?

Fiona
Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage
of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later,
she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End
pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do,
career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a
plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of
determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But
working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She
adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her
increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While
her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She
hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for
months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel,
she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned.
Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s
drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of
her league.

When
a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous
top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover.
Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all
appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is
something she’d never even considered before, something that piques
her interest.

After
discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found
knowledge?

Continuing
to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit
her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a
man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But,
ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at
her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had
attracted her attention.

The
tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But
on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the
gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that
she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.

The
one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a
curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t
mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this
distance and perspective.

The
one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some
magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d
ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were
green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out
close up, preferably naked.

Shocked
at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank
another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong
and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She
tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to
herself, that she made it worse.

Snatching
up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth
as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to
roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn
restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached
the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could
hide under the table until she regained her composure.

Swallowing
repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a
gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.

“Oh
God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you
jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could
help.”

Unable
to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay,
but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring
that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge
to hide underneath the table grew stronger.

Christ,
it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t
mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close
by, concern etched into his handsome features.

Managing
to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”

Just
then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and
poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all
right? Anything else I can get you?”